She, Murong Zi, had once been innocent and lively. But that flash of pain and the vivid blood on the ground pierced her pure eyes. She was no longer innocent, no longer lovely or lively. She was no charity organization, and would never forgive the person who murdered her mother. Nor was she an angel who would show mercy to those who hurt her. One concession after another had left her struggling on the brink of death in her final moments. She learned revenge, and she learned to strike back at every turn. She would never again offer anyone warmth or give anyone an unnecessary glance. Not even him, though he was her friend, would receive any warmth from her. She would learn to be ruthless, reopening her wounds and carving them into their hearts, again and again, one cut at a time...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
